@trasshagirl: since they came out now they're dead hah

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Best Witches - Margot's Song

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Talking with you

Merchant Ships - Things Left In Last Year

Boy Problems - I Swallowed A Bug

Midwest Pen Pals - Because He's There, And He Hates Me

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[Intro – Spoken Entertainer]

“Ladies and gentlemen… your star performer has arrived.
Don’t blink — you’ll miss the finale of this ride”

“Step closer—Jack the Rippers show begins where the streetlights end...”

[Verse 1]
Polished cane, silk and sin,
The curtain rises — let’s begin.
You clutch your purse as you cross the street,
But I already know where we’ll meet.
I’m the whisper they fear to hear
The final vision when the end draws near

[Chorus]
Welcome to my stage of sin
Let the curtains bleed again
I carve applause from mortal cries
And vanish before the morning lies

Welcome to my stage of fear,
I’ll whisper close so all can hear.
You chase my ghost through alley walls,
But I decide when the curtain falls.

[Verse 2]
Papers print my borrowed name
But none can trace the ghost they blame
They post rewards, they shout my name,
Yet stumble right into my game.
I sign each crime with style and flair,
While Scotland Yard just gasps for air.

[Chorus]
Welcome to my stage of sin
The crowd’s gone quiet, so let’s begin
I steal my fame from mortal cries
And vanish before the morning arrives

Welcome to my stage of fear,
I’ll whisper close so all can hear.
My art is death — the night enthralls,
But I decide when this plays final call.

[Solo]

[Bridge – Spoken /Taunting]
“They called me mad, they called me myth,
But every crowd needs a monster to lift…
“Oh, Inspector… you’re looking pale.
Another night, another trail.
Your finest clues — what comic art!
You hunt my shadow, I am always smarter.”
[mock applause]

[Breakdown]
Tick-tock, gaslight glow
Hear the crowd scream down below
Tick-tock — hear the crowd enthralled,
Each drop of red, a curtain call.
Tick-tock --- I bow, they scream, the fog consumes,
And you arrive to empty rooms.

[Final Chorus / Encore]
Welcome to my stage of fear,
Still chasing ghosts year after year.
You write the myth, I take the bows,
And vanish ‘fore the final vows.

Welcome to the stage of sin
This I watch with a wicked grin.
The curtains now at final call
As my tale leaves the world enthralled.

Jacks Curtain Call

Something That Matters
I look around at all my friends, the "1-2-3-4-5 dead ends", the kids i'll never see again...the kids who mean the most to me. Staying up until the morning, in my kitchen swapping stories; memories I can't forget, no matter how the summer went.

We're here forever, and we'll die together.

If you plant a seed, it grows into a tree, and to us, to everyone, this never meant thing. I'm sorry Cameron, that she never meant a thing. This song's for you, wherever you might be, I pray that you stay golden and never come back home.

This song's for you, this song's for movin' on.
This song is for our friends who've been there all along.

Merchant Ships - Things Left In Last Year

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